Kharbouch released his debut mixtape in 2007 and had his first breakthrough with the single "Choppa Choppa Down" in 2010. He released his debut studio album Excuse My French in May 2013, which was met with generally mixed reviews despite commercial success from its lead single, "Pop That" (featuring Rick Ross, Drake, and Lil Wayne). In July 2017, he released his second studio album Jungle Rules, which peaked at number three on the Billboard 200.
Feelings
French Montana Lyrics
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4Sev, 4Sev
Snatch it down, nigga (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put a O before my Y (might not never, haan)
Even my abuela know that (let's get 'em Mixx)
Let's go (let's go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
Tryna bury them niggas who diss on my block (get that nigga)
Fell in love with my knock (like, what?)
Bro get in check, we ain't shootin' at opps (get that nigga)
She want me to eat it but move like a thot (like, what, like, how?)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (red flags)
Bro get in check, we ain't shootin' at opps (get that nigga)
She want me to eat it but move like a thot (like, how?)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (red flag, red flag)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (red flag, red flag)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life (RPT)
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
See it's Smooch and you better not sweat up (at all)
Scream RPT and her pussy get wetter (RPT)
And she only gon' cheat if you let her (ayy)
Your boyfriend a bum and you gotta do better (you gotta do better)
"Up first," man, it said on my sweater (yeah)
We all goin' up, it's no ladder (at all)
"Up first," man, it said on my sweater (grrah, grrah, grrah)
We all goin' up, it's no ladder (grrah, grrah)
She like, "DThang, you go to just get on some other shit" (no cap)
I go deep in her guts and be screamin', she lovin' it (lovin' it, shit fat)
And promoters who book me just know who I'm comin' with (my strap)
And we on the block like (gang), sell weed in the club like (gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life (RPT)
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
Money make your bitch get wetter (wetter)
South Bronx, can't get no better (let's go)
I told DThang, "Keep your head up" (head up)
I wrote Max B that letter (wait)
New Bugatti, that's matte black
Send out this song, go clap back (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I don't trust nobody, that's that
Sunday Service in my strap (grrah, grrah, boom)
Did it first before Soulja (Soulja)
We comin' for the town, I told you (told you)
We don't fake beef, expose you (like, how?)
I'm stuck on an island with Doja (Doja)
We still throw parties when an opp die
Still don't see red flags in her eye, haan (red flag, like, what?)
Pull up, we ain't Julia Fox, put that boy on FOX5
I brought Fergie to the block (block)
Fordham for the stunt
Me and Smurk before the deal
This ain't what you want
We got the streets, niggas ain't me
You niggas is fraud like all of my beats
Montana just went diamond (diamond)
Still get you smoked, I be wildin' (get that nigga)
She said, "Frenchie on some other shit" (other shit, no cap)
I got a hoopty, I call it a Cullinan (woo, get back)
She wanna kick it, I told her, "I'm upntin' it" (uhh-huh, my strap)
Let me slide by (gang) and this a drive-by (gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life (RPT)
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
Told my niggas, this day was gon' come (gon' come)
Now we up in L.A., had to fuck couple bitches
Had bottles with a couple guns (ayy, what?)
Just in case these lil' goofy niggas wanna front
Free DThang (woo-hoo)
Like, bro really put RPT on the map (RPT)
Bro be quick to be uppin' on the strap (like, what?)
That's my demons, we brothers like Cody & Zack
In the streets and we could never lack (at all)
Movin' daily, dressin' in all black (like, what?)
Tell these rapper niggas stop the cap (like, what?)
Just for you we gon' roll a new opp in a pack (on bro)
In the streets and we could never lack (at all)
Movin' daily, dressin' in all black (like, what?)
Tell these rapper niggas stop the cap (like, what?)
Just for you we gon' roll a new opp in a pack (on bro)
She like, "T Dot, you back in the field on some other shit" (no cap)
Nigga, DThang my bro, then you know who I'm comin' with (don't ask)
Since a jit, but you know that I been on that gunna shit (move tact')
On the block with the chop like (like what?)
I know Stunna on hots, like (gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's a good life RPT
The lyrics to "Feelings" by French Montana depict a lifestyle filled with violence, gang activity, and a disregard for romantic relationships. The song starts off with a boastful introduction, emphasizing the rapper's status and loyalty to his crew. French Montana references his grandmother's awareness of his reputation, highlighting how his presence and influence extend beyond his immediate circle.
The chorus suggests a celebratory atmosphere, particularly in Los Angeles, where the artist claims to be smoking his enemies. He reminisces about past victories and warns those who dare to cross him. The lyrics also reveal a casual approach to sexual encounters, with French Montana mentioning his reluctance to commit. The reference to "red flags" symbolizes the cautionary signs in romantic entanglements, but the artist disregards them.
The second verse highlights French Montana's interactions with women who are attracted to his fame and success. He warns against trusting anyone but his own crew, using metaphors and references to emphasize his experiences. The lyrics further reinforce the artist's reputation for violence and the extravagant lifestyle he leads.
The final verse continues to boast about French Montana's accomplishments, mentioning his diamond certification and ability to intimidate others through his actions and connections. He reminisces about his rise to fame and addresses his personal relationships, particularly with a friend named DThang. The song concludes by solidifying the artist's loyalty to his crew and his commitment to street life.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Will Adams, Baruch Nembhard, TDOT, Daniel Collins
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Who's still listening to this in 2024 😉
@chrisalphonso9804
I'm crying to this listening to it
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Amazing song @@chrisalphonso9804
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🙋
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💯💯💯 peace ✌🏼 and blessings always 🙏🏽
@riaudaze8206
2023 still on my playlist. Especially when I’m having a pity party, this gets me back on my grind.
Rip Chinx 💔
@SilverLake401
Chinx forever 🕊️
@juniorgarcia8359
R.i.p chinx
"Who gives a fuck" 😅
@SilverLake401
@@juniorgarcia8359 give a fucc about your feelins! 🥲
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